Summary: Gil returns only to find Catherine not the least surprised.
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Hey guys! So this is my first CSI and fic ever! I hope you like it!
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Delusions
It knocked on the door. It was late, or early some might say. She would define it as late. This late everyone else would have gone home, everyone who would want to speak with her
anyway. She knew who it was, he visited every once in a while, mostly when she was over-tired. She didn't even bother answer it, he would enter anyway. The door opened slowly
and she heard him come in. Funny, usually she didn't hear him enter. She didn't bother looking up certain it was him. "Catherine? Hey! Can I come in?" he said casting a careful glance
at her, searching for something to show off her mood and her response to his presence. Normally he didn't ask for any permission. His voice was unusually clear; she just couldn't help
looking at him. She made a muffled sound and returned to her paperwork. "Hello?" he repeated. "Hey Gil," she said a bit annoyed without looking up. "Are you alright?" She lifted her
head and gazed at him. "I'm fine." He took a step towards her desk. "Are you angry with me?" She looked from him to her papers and back at him. "Uh, no? You're very talkative this
morning, aren't you?" He sat down in a chair in front of her desk since she wasn't likely to offer it to him. "Not really, you're just unusually indifferent." She looked back at her papers.
"Gil, I see you all the time, what's wrong with you?" He looked at her intently, worried. "I don't understand," she sighed extremely annoyed. "What's with all this? Huh? What's with all
this talking? Why won't you let me finish this so I can get home and sleep?" He shook his head and focused even more on her. She put her hands in the air. "Ok, whatever. We'll leave
now." He cocked an eyebrow. "We?" She smirked. "You're acting really strange, Gil." She chuckled and got up, and he copied her actions. She stood still for a moment just taking him in.
She wanted to feel his comforting arms around her. "Oh, what the hell, no one's here." She walked up to him and kissed him ferociously taking him by total surprise. She grinned into
the kiss; usually he didn't hesitate to anticipate. This time he wasn't contributing at all. She didn't care. It seemed more real than it used to anyway, so why ruin it. She snaked her
arms around his neck and he gave in, placing his arms around her petite waist and kissing her back with a newfound passion. She deepened the kiss and felt like she was going to cry.
For the first time she really felt him in their kiss. She'd missed him so. They broke it off and she rested her head against his chest. "Let's go home." She kissed him briefly and grabbed
her things. He didn't object, but then again she didn't expect him to. He never did. She did find it strange when he walked with her through the hallways, but then they parted and
everything was back to normal.
Her eyes widened when his car rolled up her driveway. "You're going crazy, Willows. This is the final evidence." She shook it off of her and went to unlock the door.
Grissom was right behind her. He gently slid his arms around her from behind and gently kissed her neck. She moaned in respond. She turned around and let her lips brush against his
driving him mad. It was when he looked into her deep, blue eyes he realized how tired she must be. "Cath," he said against her lips. "Mmmh," she simply mumbled as she began
kissing him again. He pushed her softly backwards through the door with one hand grasping her hand with the other. "You're exhausted." She smirked tiredly. "That didn't stop you last
time," she purred. He wore a confused look. "At least stay, just until I fall asleep. Please?" she pleaded. She dragged him with her into her bedroom and began to undress. He turned
around causing her to turn around too staring into his back. "What? You can't even look at me?" He turned around swiftly to make amends only to be caught by mere awe as his eyes
took in her beauty. She was wearing nothing but her underwear. Her eyes challenged him to come forward. He caressed her warm, soft skin. "You're beautiful. Gorgeous, Catherine,
but don't you think the two of us should have a talk?" She smiled and took a step back. She sat on the bed and removed her bra before getting under the covers. "You're coming or
what?" She chuckled as he came closer to the bed. "Catherine, I seriously think we need to have a talk." She padded the spot beside her and he lay down on top of the sheets.
"Uhuh," she said rolling on to her side with her back turned towards him, "for now just undress and get in. I need you to hold me, please, just hold me now, and I'll call you tomorrow."
He furrowed his brow but did as she asked and embraced her. "Not that I don't want this, I do, but why? Why now? I thought you'd be mad at me." He caressed her carefully. "What
are you talking about, Gil? You're asking too many questions. Mad at you, why?" He tightened his grip around her. "For leaving." She sat straight up in the bed. "Gil?"
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